It was Sunday & I was Boring: Day Late & Dollar Short Edition

I’m not really a dollar short, though it feels like it because I had to pay my mortgage today and that always hurts. Oh, how I miss the days when my rent seemed ridiculously expensive at $535 a month. This has nothing to do with yesterday and how boring I was.
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Yesterday I was do deliciously boring and without thought or action that I couldn’t even bring myself to type things at all, on the Internet or otherwise. Between Football and Breaking Bad, everyone on the Twitters was twittering about stuff I know nothing about. So I just opted out of the Internet yesterday. It was glorious.

I got a lot of junk TV watched: Gilligan’s Island, The Brady Bunch, and The Love Boat. I made some delicious chocolate chip cookies, which I brought to Family Dinner. I read about thirty pages in The Winter of the Robots, the new book by my friend Kurtis Scaletta before opting for a nap.

After my nap I spent a little time watching “Friends” reruns while working on a new blanket. I have it in my head that I will make everyone a blanket for Christmas. I think this was my dream last year too. It’s why I have six afghans in various states of started and why my house looks like a yarn store barfed on a used bookstore. We’ll see how this goes. Now that it’s fall, I don’t sit in front of the TV without picking up one of the projects. Also, it’s September and I just mentioned the holiday that should not be uttered until November and I kind of want to kick myself in the knee.

So anyway, Family Dinner was especially good. There was lots of talk about new jobs and Homecoming and girlfriends and murder-suicides. My family had a very newsworthy week. My contributions had nothing to do with news and everything to do with how much I dislike Arcade Fire. Angry Hermits don’t make a lot of news, we just have opinions.

It was a great, great day. It was the kind of greatness that cannot be expressed in mere words.


The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).

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3 Comments

  1. Todd 30.Sep.13 at 9:04 pm

    Twenty-seven years ago I lived above the Cromwell Bar. Even with one bed room, it was still a dive. My window faced the Mack Truck building’s brick facade. At eighty bucks a month I didn’t complain much.

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    1. Jodi 01.Oct.13 at 8:37 am

      Damn. $80/month? I think $150/month was the cheapest I ever paid, and that was in college. With roommates.

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      1. todd 01.Oct.13 at 4:32 pm

        The only roommate I had was a cat. ( He still owes me for rent.) The place was something to be desired, but it passed for home. I remember one July 4th a friend and I climbed on the roof and up onto a billboard. We could the the fireworks from the state fair grounds, the Taste of Minnesota and surrounding communities. It was prime viewing. Since then the building has been long since razed and turned into a parking lot.

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